Caroline’s Point of View Knoxx pulls into the parking lot of Hill International, the headlights casting long, soft beams across the quiet pavement. It’s late—past dinner, past bedtime—but everything feels strangely suspended in warmth. Liam’s in the backseat humming, still sticky from dessert, holding his new paper airplane like it’s made of gold. I don’t want the night to end. Knoxx parks beside my car, and for a moment, we all just sit there. The silence between us isn’t heavy—it’s full of something else. Something good. Something almost like peace. “Thanks for dinner,” I say softly, turning to look at him. The overhead light makes his profile glow faintly—sharp jaw, tired eyes, lips that almost look like they want to say more. “Thanks for letting me be there,” he replies. “For him.
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